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HAVING ONCE SURRENDERED HIMSELF, HE IS COMPELLED EVER TO ENDURE THE / PANGS OF LOVE.
Weary with expectation's endless round, / And overcome in this long war of sighs, / I hold desires in hate and hopes despise, / And every tie wherewith my breast is bound; / But the bright face which in my heart profound / Is stamp'd, and seen where'er I turn mine eyes, / Compels me where, against my will, arise / The same sharp pains that first my ruin crown'd.
Then was my error when the old way quite / Of liberty was bann'd and barr'd to me: / He follows ill who pleases but his sight: / To its own harm my soul ran wild and free, / Now doom'd at others' will to wait and wend; / Because that once it ventured to offend.
MACGREGOR.